The sun's rays stream through some large trees you pass by, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Ahead of you, the last caravan driver turns around. She is a pretty human woman in her twenties. "Umm, sorry to bother you guys! My name's Mirena. I can see you're new, so feel free to ask me any questions. Usually the best spotter in the rear guard will sit on the back of the last wagon, to keep anyone from sneaking up on us from the rear. You can tie your mount to the wagon so you can get to it quickly if you want. You know, usually the least experienced driver is in the last wagon, but Mr. Glendrake wants me to be here now! I've been a caravan driver for over five years!" She casts her eyes downward as she continues, "Ever since my family was slain by that orc raiding party." She looks at Zanock a little apprehensively.
There's only room for one in the back of the wagon.